


Of random ideas

by SetTheStarsXnFire



Category: Mystic Messenger (Video Game)
Genre: April Fools DLC, Bad boy Yoosung, Birthday, Birthday Fluff, Comfort, Drabbles, Frustration, Implied Sexual Content, Insecurity, Jumin barely stands his shit, Making Out, Multi, Swimming Pools, Tattoos, Teasing, Trapped In Elevator, Zen is a Tease, it all be around them, pretty much vague scenarios, probably?
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-03-21
Updated: 2017-06-17
Packaged: 2018-10-08 18:32:23
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 4
Words: 5,234
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10393443
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SetTheStarsXnFire/pseuds/SetTheStarsXnFire
Summary: Basically a bunch of drabbles that stand alone about everyone's favorite pairings, and those unusual ones as well!





	1. Yooran in an Elevator

Saeran had been thinking too much about something. Or rather, someone.

 

Normally, his thoughts would wander around the sky, a pretty shade of blue covered with white cotton candy, and he tended to trail off, thinking how lucky he was to see that sky again. Or he would think about the best place to get an strawberry ice cream, for like the millionth time. And at the end, the previous edgelord would think of his family – MC and his stupid brother – and how they were all lucky to live in a house near an arcade.

 

Saeran used to visit that place a lot, it usually made his day better. But after time it turned… dull. He still liked the place, but staring at couples smooching or friends screeching was annoying, and it irked him. It made him remember that he would never get something like that.

 

Until a certain blonde in the RFA started to talk to him.

 

To be quite honest, at first Saeran thought Yoosung was doing it out of pity, and it didn’t seem to be such a wrong idea. The boy kept “pestering” him over and over, asking about his day, inviting him to play that weird video game of his. And he was always the one to greet Saeran first when he entered the chatrooms. It was annoying.

 

Keyword is **was**.

 

At the moment he just thought that Yoosung and his actions were adorable, nice, cute and that the sunshine better have an awesome life, away from someone dangerous like him. But the blonde didn’t exactly made it easier when he confessed, and Saeran just made it harder when he accepted that.

 

So of course it was incredibly hard to resist the temptation of just smashing his lips against the younger’s. Or to reach out and pat his head, ruffle his hair when the other was being too adorable, and Saeran could ramble for days about how much _he_ wanted to be the reason Yoosung smiled.

 

Maybe he was, but he still was a dangerous person. Someone like Yoosung deserved so much better.

 

The elevators door we’re almost closing when he heard a squeak and a very loud scream, exclaiming how someone should ‘hold the doors open’. Not even wasting a second, the redhead pressed the button to his side, stopping the doors in a beat. They slowly opened again, and by then the person who had screamed had already bolted through.

 

Saeran recognized the strands of blonde hair, the small body frame and that characteristic blue shirt placed upon a stripped one. Besides, if that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, the pair of sparkly violet eyes confirmed completely that the boy he was seeing was Yoosung Kim.

 

 _Wait_. Did that mean that Yoosung was the one who squeaked? But it sounded like a **duck**! Adorable, but he didn’t knew Yoosung’s vocal chords were supposed to be able to make those kind of sounds.

 

… Great, now he was thinking about wrong stuff, that sent blood running to his cheeks.

 

“Saeran! Hi!” He watched as Yoosung shuffled in his feet, staring at the doors that were slowly closing. “I wanted to talk to you.”

 

“What did you want to talk about?” Saeran muttered when the elevator started to move upwards, resisting the idea of looking at Yoosung, he knew he wouldn’t last at all, not even for a second, if he did.

 

“Ah.. Well, I wanted to thank you about the other day, you really didn’t have to spend your money on me–” The blonde was interrupted when he yelled. Saeran gasped as the elevator skidded to a halt abruptly. The lights inside went down, leaving them in complete darkness.

 

What the hell?

 

Saeran was about to start cursing when he heard a whimper, followed by a very shaky sigh. “Are you alright?” He asked, the words sounding harsher than what he had intended.

 

“I’m f-fine! I just… never really liked closed off and dark spaces.”

 

Well, at least he and Yoosung could say they shared one fear.

 

“Me too, can I hug you?” The previous edgelord blurted out, and immediately dropped his hand over his mouth. How stupid! What the hell had he just said? Surely Yoosung would label him as a creep and an idiot. Although those weren’t different words to describe what he thought of himself.

 

His trail of thought was brushed away when he heard something dragging around the ground and next things he knew, a pair of arms were wrapped around his waist. Yoosung’s hair tickled his neck as the other settled comfortably, leaning his head against his shoulder, and he wanted to laugh.

 

Instead, he stood there, moving his arms to hug the blonde back but stopping midway. “Thanks… I guess.”

 

“It’s nothing, I’m doing it for my boyfriend. I don’t want you to be scared or uncomfortable, I know you get like that in this places. And I really, _really_ care about you.”Saeran couldn’t see Yoosung’s face, but he was sure the younger was smiling.

 

… Screw it.

 

“How am I supposed to hold back if you do things like this?” He mumbled, not really expecting an answer. Saeran finally knew what to do with his arms, and he trailed a path from Yoosung’s elbows – safely placed by his sides – all over the way to his shoulders, and next thing he knew, he was cupping Yoosung’s face with his hands.

 

He couldn’t even see where his eyes were, but Saeran assumed the violet gems were looking at him. It was easy to notice things in the dark and silent space. He heard the blonde’s muffled gasp when Saeran’s lips touched his own very clear, as if Yoosung had screamed instead of gasped.

 

The first thing that went through the boy’s mind was that Yoosung’s lips were soft, and that they felt incredibly right against his, even more when the other started to kiss back. The smaller boy even went as far as to lick over Saeran’s bottom lip, and Saeran parted his, allowing the other access inside his mouth.

 

A tongue brushed against his own, and he reacted in a second, moving his own around that. His hands found his way into Yoosung’s hair, and he pulled at the strands, smirking when he felt the younger shudder.

 

The kiss broke not too long after, due to their lungs screaming, but now that he had proved what it was like, Saeran was not stopping. He leaned back in, this time placing his hand on Yoosung’ neck to bring him **_closer_** , even more. He felt fingers rubbing against his cheeks, before they settled in his hair, tugging and Saeran groaned.

 

Well, this was going to be fun.


	2. Juzen in the pool

He was a tease.

 

But if it meant that he could see his lover staring at him, keeping his eyes on him, then he didn’t have any problems. It was always fun to see Jumin struggling to keep himself at bay, and the way that he failed was hilarious. Like the time Zen had wore cat ears for a commercial, the CEO had to step away for the last minutes, and the things that came when he arrived home were amazing.

 

That’s why he didn’t regret this at all.

 

Zen was currently chilling in the pool, his head thrown back to lean against the edge of it. He had tied it into a bun earlier so that it didn’t get into his eyes while he swam, it usually did that. While it wasn’t really annoying, he did wonder if it was time to cut it.

 

But Jumin loved his hair, and so did Zen, so it probably wasn’t a great idea to cut it.

 

Anyway, he was resting against the edge of the pool, hair tied, sunglasses covering his red eyes. There were droplets of water running down his shoulders, all the way over his toned chest until they disappeared mid-way through his stomach, where the rest of water in the pool swallowed them. If one were to look down, they would notice that he was wearing black with white stripes swim jammers, that were incredibly tight. The night before he had noticed that those made his ass look perfectly well, but that wasn’t a surprise, he was the embodiment of perfection after all.

 

A shadow covered his view of the sun, and he removed the sunglasses to stare at who stood there looking at him.

 

It was Jumin, and Zen couldn’t help the smirk that covered his face. “Hey, babe~” He mumbled in a melodious kind of tone, greeting the older.

 

Jumin Han certainly didn’t look pleased, the frown on his face and the loose tie around his neck – the albino knew by memory he fidgeted with his clothes when stressed – were big giveaways.

 

“What are you doing here?” Asked the raven, kneeling down, and Zen had the perfect view of the entrepreneur's neck and the marks covering some of it.

 

“Chilling, until you arrived.” He answered, pulling the glasses back over his eyes and sinking further into the pool.

 

He could hear Jumin humming, and he low-key wondered if his plan didn’t work. But he could still feel the stares everyone else around the pool was giving him, and Jumin groaning in frustration only confirmed that he had noticed them as well.

 

“Get out of the pool”, he heard the businessman order.

 

“No.”

 

“ ** _Hyun_** , get out of the pool. I’m not repeating myself again.”

 

The way that the older had said his name sent shivers down his spine, making the water move a little around him. He knew that Jumin only used his real name because it held power over him, and the way he had said it… Zen knew he would only get in “trouble” if he didn’t obey. The albino could feel Jumin threading his fingers in his wet hair, pulling it as if to warn him even more, but he’ll be damned, Zen wasn’t going to listen.

 

He turned around, taking Jumin’s hands in his as he smiled, and then he _pulled_.

 

SPLASH

Jumin Han had fallen into the pool, with the help of no one else but his boyfriend, Zen.

 

The look that his lover gave him after he swam back up to the surface was incredibly hilarious for Zen. But after a moment it just made him realize that he had just thrown a very, very expensive suit into a pool full of chlorine.

 

Fuck, Jumin was going to make him pay for that, and not with money.

 

His theory was proven when the raven tugged him against his chest, hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, and he pulled them both out of the pool. Even if Zen was shivering, and he could see that the entrepreneur was starting to do it as well, Jumin didn’t stop for a towel, and he didn’t care the slightest that they were dirtying the floor of the hotel with water as he dragged them to an elevator.

 

As soon as the doors closed, the shivering albino turned towards his boyfriend. “What the hell was that, you jerk! You should have at least stopped-” He was interrupted when a pair of lips crashed against his own, and suddenly he was being pinned by his wrists to the wall.

 

He returned the kiss easily, his lips moving in sync with Jumin’s. It was rough, fast and it turned harsh when the older quickened the pace, he bit and licked Zen’s bottom lip until the younger parted them, allowing his tongue access inside his mouth. That’s the moment where Zen reacted, biting Jumin’s tongue and pushing the other away from his with his legs.

 

“What the hell, Jumin!” Zen exclaimed, pushing the taller man away from him. He felt kind of bad seeing how the other placed a hand over his mouth, probably because of the bite his tongue had received, but the look that he had received – one filled with both anger and lust – didn’t make him regret it, at all.

 

Jumin was faster this time, cupping his chin and holding his wrists over his head again. The little space they were in had turned hotter and hotter the longer they were inside, and Zen couldn’t help the moan he released when one of his lover’s was pressed between his legs. It sent all the blood running down there, because his cheeks didn’t need it anymore, they were as red as they could get.

 

Or so he thought, because he was more than embarrassed when the elevator doors opened, a loud gasp accompanying them, and he opened his eyes to see one of the hotel’s staff standing there, blushing.

 

But of fucking course, Jumin Hand didn’t even care as he pulled Zen with him once more, the younger delivering a set of both protests towards him and apologies to the girl who still stood there, a small grin covering her face.

 

The door of their hotel room was opened, and he gasped when he was thrown right into the middle of their bed. Zen couldn’t even open his mouth to argue about how they were only going to wet the bed before the familiar pair of lips silenced him.

  
Sort of, because no one had said anything about moans.


	3. Tattoo

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> This was a request made my @queenofsebaciel in tumblr. I hope you all like it!   
> Here you have, Yoosung from the april fool's dlc and MC :D

The phone started to ring, playing the familiar opening of one of your favorite animes, god, you loved Black Butler. And its characters, specially the characters.

Although not as much as you loved the person who was currently calling you.

The smile you had on your face didn't disappear as you picked up the phone to answer. “Hello?”

_“Hey, babe.”_ The man in the other line mumbled, and you couldn't help but giggle, knowing he definitely wanted something.

“Yoosung, it's been some time since you called me. Are you seeing someone else?” You asked, fake whining as you leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom. Your tone was teasing because you wanted a reaction. And to be truthful, it had only been two days since you and your boyfriend had last seen each other.

_“What?!”_ He almost screamed, and you laughed, covering your mouth with the hand that wasn't grabbing the phone so that he wouldn't hear your laugh. _“Babe, I would never cheat on my girl… Know what I'm sayin?”_

You nodded, then remembered that you were talking over the phone instead of seeing him first hand, so you mumbled out a ‘yes’. “I know, baby, I know.” You said, and heard something like a choking sound from the other side of the line.

Oh, right. Yoosung always got flustered – if only a little – when you called him like that.

“ _A-Anyway!”_ He spluttered out, before he cleared his throat and went back to adopting the tone he used when he had greeted you. _“I wanted to see if you could accompany me to get a new tattoo today, and then we could go get something to eat, babe… Know what I'm sayin?”_

Your smile widened quickly, and soon you were getting ready as fast, or even faster than Sonic, because your boyfriend had surprised you saying he was already outside your place.

You picked up the keys of the front door from a table next to it, and took a moment to spare a glance at the vase with lilies laying on the table. Yoosung had given you those in your birthday, along with a black leather jacket that had the word “beautiful” printed on the back, and your name sewed in the front, right over a pocket.

That night had been wonderful, the college student had taken you on a surprise date around the whole city. The both of you had enjoyed yourselves going to various sightseeing spots all around the place. However, you had thought the evening would have ended with dinner on a cozy restaurant, but he surprised you by taking you on a picnic under the stars, where the rest of the RFA was waiting with cake.

The knock on the door startled you and pulled you out of memory lane. You wasted no time in opening the door, because you knew behind that piece of wood stood your boyfriend, clad in black as usual.

His hair received the light directly from the sun, making it seem like it was glowing. And the familiar smile that he saved only for people he cared about was plastered in his face.

Yoosung winked, and in a second – or what seemed like a second – he was right beside you, holding your waist and leaning down to press a kiss over your lips. And god, you had definitely missed the familiar toughness of his lips pressing against your soft lips. The kiss was slow, just his lips moving against yours in soft motions, and he pulled back when the need of oxygen was strong for both of you.

You took slow breaths, your shoulders moving calmly up and down and your hair going along with it. He took that quiet moment to greet you, “Hello _____, ready to go?”

And you nodded sharply, giggling when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “Do you want to walk, or take a ride on my bike? I just got it checked, and it’s good to go.” He said, then pointing at the familiar motorcycle that just rested against the fence surrounding your house. “So, what do you say, babe?”

You immediately hopped on the motorcycle, you loved to have your arms around Yoosung’s waist and rest your head on his back, all while looking at the people and cars pass by, it was amazing.

 

\-----

 

Both of you got off the bike at the same time when you reached the place where Yoosung would get his new tattoo done. Last time you had been here, your boyfriend had gotten a crescent moon and a star over his chest, and now he was decided in getting a skull right at the top of his left shoulder. 

“Are you sure it won’t hurt?” You asked, slightly worried about the blonde, who had just opened the door to the establishment for you. The place, as usual, smelled of ink and alcohol, but the one you used for wounds.

Yoosung chuckled and went inside the place behind you, leaving his jacket in a hanger close to the main entrance. “Of course I’m sure, besides, despite the appearance he has, you know Uta is someone to be trusted… Know what I’m sayin?”

You nodded and laughed, following him to the back of a place, where a man, way taller than both of you was cleaning a counter with what seemed to be disinfectant and surprisingly, a spotless cloth. “Hello, Yoosung, and his girlfriend. What brings you both today?” He asked, and once he turned around you were able to see his black hair, still shaved in the left half and as long as the last time you saw it. He still had several piercings around his face, and let’s not forget about the bunch of tattoos covering his arms and neck.

You smiled, waving a hand as a way to greet him while he and your boyfriend fist bumped. “Yoosung here wants a new tattoo!” You exclaimed, taking a seat in a chair very close to the entrance and watching as the tattoo artist nodded, placing one hand over his chin.

“Any ideas of what you want? And where?” He asked, taking out several instruments to do his work. Needles in a sterilized bag, ink, cloth and alcohol were a few of what you recognized, and he and Yoosung sat down in chairs in front of you.

“I thought a skull would look cool in my shoulder... know what I’m sayin?” Yoosung asked the man in front of him, and you saw Uta chuckle a little.

“Yeah. I know. Let’s get to work then, let me show you a few samples before I begin drawing.”

And that he did until Yoosung was satisfied with the design, then he got to work. To be honest, you had always been surprised by how Yoosung could tolerate the needle entering his skin once, twice, and again, because you couldn’t stand them.

It took an hour and a half for the job to be done, and Yoosung’s arm was wrapped in bandages so that the sun wouldn’t irritate the skin any further. You walked out of the establishment while he was talking to the tattoo artist, just to get some air. It was a few minutes of waiting until you felt arms wrap around you, and a head rest against your shoulders, Yoosung’s actions made you smile.  “Hey baby~” You said, in a singing tone, turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

Only that the person holding you wasn’t your boyfriend, instead, it was another man with black hair and dark eyes, and you were sure you didn’t know this person. “What are you doing?” You asked, a frown in your face as you tried to get away from the man’s grip.

“I’m just holding a treasure. Say, darling… how much do you charge if I take you home with me right now?” He asked, and smirked at you.

Oh.

Son of a bitch.

Before you could do anything about it – and you wanted to –, the man was ripped away from you, and the sound of a fist crashing against someone’s nose, along with the scream from that someone echoed in the street. You stared at the man as he held his nose, and glared at your boyfriend, the person who had come to your rescue when you needed him.

And Yoosung was completely pissed. His whole posture was tense as he stood in front of you, his eyebrows drawn so close to his nose they seemed to be touching, and he was scowling. The blonde leaned down to grab the unknown guy by the collar of his jacket, and raised him off the ground.

“Listen to me, bastard. You won’t treat my girl like that, and you better not approach her again unless you want a broken bone to go with that nose… Know what I’m sayin?” Yoosung practically growled out, and when he saw the terrified man nod rapidly, he threw him to the ground.

You watched as the guy ran like a horror movie assassin was chasing him until Yoosung tilted your chin to make you look at him. “Are you okay?” He asked, his tone now soft, and instead of the rage in his eyes you saw earlier, you could only identify worry. It was kind of sweet.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled, smiling and taking his hand into yours. You rubbed circles over the back of his palm in hopes that it was reassuring.

“Good, because I’m hungry, but not for food.” He said, smirking, and you tilted your head towards the side in complete confusion, what did he mean? “I think we need to get people to understand who you belong to, again.” Yoosung whispered in your ear, and you felt heat travel all the way over to your cheeks as he bit your ear. “Know what I’m sayin, _____?"

...

  
Oh boy.


	4. A birthday gift

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> This work was written especifcally because of @mariamagica's birthday! And I do not know to make summaries -cries-

The clicking sounds of the keyboard were not an unusual type of noise in the Choi household, in fact, Saeyoung could say with security that it had become a common thing, a natural sound to hear instead of the chirping of birds. Not like any sound from the exterior could reach the bunker, but that was left unsaid.

What was unusual, however, was the exasperated sigh that came out of his wife’s lips, and the soft sound of her head bumping against her wooden desk. He turned himself and his chair around, away from the cat robot he had been crafting, the chip he had in between his lips almost falling but he ate that one quickly, and stared at Maria while his eyebrows furrowed. She had her forehead resting against a little space in the table between her laptop and the air, her arms were around her head, resting above the laptop’s base, and to make it all worse, her shoulders were shaking because she was taking quick breaths. That wasn’t good.

The redhead stood up from his chair, the wheels crushing an empty bag of Honey Buddha Chips, ruining his surprise hug attack because the loved of his life turned her head around to look at him, and yes, she rested her head in her arm.

Well, surprise hug attack or not, he was still worried about Maria, and as the defender of the universe, god seven zero seven, he had to do something! “Agent 606, what’s wrong with the world now?” He asked, pushing one strand of her beautiful hair behind her ears.

She just huffed, her eyes still looking at him, and Saeyoung couldn’t help but notice that the look in her eyes expressed just how tired and stressed she was, it seemed that now the tables were turned and she was the one overworking herself. “There’s nothing wrong with the world, I’m just having some issues. Don’t worry, agent 707~” The playful tone added to her voice made it quite obvious she was trying to distract him, but alas, it didn’t work.

“But you’re my world, Maria, and if something’s bothering you, it’s bothering the world too.” The toy maker mumbled as he kneeled down on the floor, just so that he could look at the writer’s eyes without having to strain his neck.

Saeyoung heard as her breath got caught inside her throat and she babbled incomprehensible words in a row, and he laughed, the loud sound disrupting the silence that had spread around the room after the keyboard noises stopped.

“You always have to do something to make me flustered, don’t you?” Maria complained, even if it didn’t sound as much of a complain, more like a funny remark. She hid her face in her hands not long after, the tip of her fingers touching her brown locks.

With a final chuckle, the redhead pried the girl’s hands away from her face, but instead of dropping her hands onto the desk or just leave them there, he kept a hold of them. He loved to hold her hands, it felt like a link, a bond and it got stronger when his eyes landed in their matching rings.

Damn, what could he have done to deserve someone as perfect and beautiful as Maria? Nothing. He did nothing, he pushed her away countless times during the days he stayed over with her inside of Rika’s apartment, but instead of giving up like anybody else would have, she persisted. Over and over she “bothered” him to eat, sleep, to take a break once in a while so the hacker would relax, she just… never gave up on him.

Not like he had done on other people.

“Saeyoung?” The voice of his beloved brought him back from memory lane, and he had to look up a few centimeters, returning Maria’s gaze again. She squeezed his hands and smiled, and the first word that popped up in his mind was ‘cute’,of course, he would have said it to her right then and there, but the girl already knew what he thought about her, from the simplest compliment to something with a… whole different meaning.

He shook his head from side to side, a big and wide smile on his face. “Sorry sweetheart, I got lost thinking about you. But even though right now you seem more relaxed, I want you to tell me what was going on before.” He tried to make his tone seem like Maria didn’t have an option, kind off like the tone Vanderwood used on his twin when the other refused to go to sleep one night after being more than thirty hours awake.

The brunette sighed, slouching forward on her seat. “I just got frustrated, I haven’t done much with my writing the past hours and you know the deadline is in three days, what am I going to do if I don’t finish this in time? I have been working on it for months and I really want the illustrator to have enough time to take it slow.”

Saeyoung took a moment to process what Maria had said, catching the problem she had in a matter of seconds. He stood up and dragged her away from her work station, pushing her chair against the desk, as always, he ignored her complaints until they were sitting on the couch, Maria sitting in his lap. “Darling,” he said as he pressed one of his fingers against the writer’s bottom lip when she parted them, silencing her so that he could continue talking. “You need to stop over worrying, I’m sure that you’ll do more than alright if you work slow, and the artists helping you out will understand. Not everyone can finish their projects on time, just look at Final Fantasy last year.”

Maria kept her lips shut, but nodded, she understood what her husband was talking about even if sometimes she was too stubborn (and she was, trust him, Luciel has experienced first hand), to acknowledge she needed breaks every single time the stress and anxiety were starting to get bad. Saeyoung was there every time she needed to relax and have some fun, especially now. Unless the date in the calendar, his phone, his computer and every other digital thing was lying.

His smile widened when he remembered what he had in store for her, and his grip on her waist only tightened as she shuffled around in his lap. “You’re not going back to work, Maria.”

She looked at him like he was crazy, and he was, just a little. “What do you mean? I have to keep writing.”

He hummed and shook his head, resting it on her shoulder. “No. Today is a special day, hun hun. Today is YOUR BIRTHDAY!” He screamed, shocking the poor woman next to him, who screamed his name in a tone that was different from the usual.

Oh, how he loved the usual.

“Saeran and Vanderwood baked you a cake, babe. But I would like for you to receive my gift first.” He mumbled in her ear, enjoying the way shivers ran through her back not long after, and the grip she had on his jacket tightened slightly. “It’s nothing new,” he continued. “But I would still like for you to enjoy yourself...”

His hands caressed her thighs and pressed the smooth skin on spots that he knew by memory she liked, and when his fingers reached the edge of her skirt, he pushed. Simple fabric couldn’t stop a God.

Maria’s lips parted to release a shaky whimper, and in return, Saeyoung lowered her so her back was against the couch, and crawled so he could look down at her face. She had a big smile on her face, a slight blush dusting her cheeks, she looked innocent, but her eyes said a very, very different thing. He trailed his fingers down her cheek, brushing her lips and running them down her neck. “I will say it again, enjoy yourself, because this day is all about you.”

She bit her lip, and he leaned down to kiss her.

After that, well, let’s just say it took a very long time for the girl to eat her birthday cake.


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